I'm back in the ghetto, where I live and work. This is my take on working as a librarian.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Storm filled Sunday

Spent walking around and waking up people. They were sleeping in aisles, along the walls under the windows, and at tables, out in the open. What's funny is everyone always tries to play it off like they weren't sleeping.

One man was sleeping so hard, that my knocking on the table didn't even stir him. My supervisor then walked over with a large reference book and threw it down on the table twice.

The smells of the library on a rainy day aren't nice at all. Everything seems to be magnified when it's damp, or soaked.